Eleanor & Park

by Rainbow Rowell

“I don’t like you,” he said. “I need you.”

Yessss

“You are,” he said fiercely, looking at her. “You’re worth it.”

She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.

Awwweeee

“Don’t even say her name,” he said. “She’s nothing and you’re … everything. You’re everything, Eleanor.”